It was a rainy evening at the WWE Headquarters. It was October 17th and the board was going through last night's ratings. After yet another disappointing night, the management had to finally brace themselves for a harrowing meeting with The King. No one had seen him in months.
"Rumor has it that he has been visiting graves around the world, and learning from undertakers" a junior executive whispered, keeping his voice down for no one could ever predict when he would enter. The meeting didn't have a scheduled time so they had been waiting in the boardroom for hours.
"I heard that after Wrestlemania he settled into a nearby gym and came out only once a week to meet his family, visit the NXT show, and get more protein supplements" another executive whispered. Hushed voices plagued the room.
Slowly, the door unlocked. Everyone stood up almost instantaneously once the twisting was audible. Silence spread throughout the room. Motorhead music started playing. People looked around the room for speakers, but none could be seen. Music seemed to be coming from all directions. The door burst open, knocked off its hinges. HHH walked through the door.
There was a surge of tension in the room. HHH looked across the board, chuckled silently, sipped his bottle of water, and gulped. "Hello everyone"
"I hope all of you are doing well because the ratings are not. Why are we doing so badly?" he exclaimed
An older executive stood up. "Well… your highness… Jinder Mahal hasn't been the best champi"
HHH cut the executive off mid-sentence. "Don't question our expansion strategies to India. Also, I don't really care about Smackdown. We gave that to Shane and of course, it wasn't going to go well. I never really cared about the brand anyway. The only reason I wasn't champion and JBL had that long run was because who would want to work Tuesdays?" HHH chuckled to himself for he knew that he could have been any champion, for he was the greatest of all time. Everyone in the room also nervously chuckled, so as to stay safe from HHH. Anything was possible in board meetings; everyone had to sign a no holds barred contract with HHH before joining WWE.
HHH retreated into his chair and went on, "What's the scene with Raw? Why aren't people watching that!"
Everyone hesitated. They knew the answer, but no one wanted to say it. HHH picked up on this energy. "What is it!"
A newcomer executive stood up. Everyone turned around and held their breath. They prayed for the youngin.
"R… R… Roo… Roman Reeee". The executive could only muster a murmur but it was enough. HHH's face dipped. Rage flashed in his eyes. The executive was scared but breathed a sigh of relief when HHH turned in his chair. He remembered HHH was a man of action.
HHH took a long second and contemplated the end, accepted it, and then whispered "Bring me the shovel"